Coptic Christ

after spending 3 months or so out on the road on our own in various countries, we've now attached ourselves like symbiotic cleaner fish to the underside of an Egypt site-seeing tour. this basically consists of stepping gingerly through a series of hoops and turning around to help our elders through. we have subverted the system however, making an escape from the enormous Nile-boat we're on in order to take a brisk walk to a McDonalds/Internet Cafe.
actually this portion has been very posh and comfy just a bit rushed.
the wedding was very beautiful and moving and everyone on both (diametrically culturally situated) sides was in very high spirits. it was a celebration of a love that no one could have expected-or something like that. Linz has an awesome new sister. there were dancers in traditional costumes banging drums and swinging swords over their heads. and an uncle who passed out in the lobby at 7pm. and swarthy men thrusting and stomping and holding hands in a circle for several hours. and cute kids. after the lights came on and the music ended, Linz and I went out for drinks and declension with the Swedish videographer and her Lebanese/Saudi boyfriend to a bar named after me. everyone knows everyone elses family name and some defining characteristics and where they're from. Like they'll ask the last name of Linz's new
family-in-law and go "oh, from Balbek. very strong. very direct." which is like dead on.
beer and pool at their apartment, and we went back to the plush hotel.

oh, and we saw the pyramids and the sphinx and a really old (300 a.d.) church and synagogue and all that stuff is beyond words.